Playing the Game

Lorraine Loveit

Sneak Peek

Full Time

Releasing January 2015

Meet Pete and Suzie

Another except from Full Time, Book #4 #playingthegame series by Author Lorraine Loveit- coming in January 2015.

By Monday morning I was a wreck, a fact that Peter was quick to point out when he plonked himself against my desk.“Rough weekend?”I glanced up at him, resigned that he wasn’t going to let me deal with it on my own.“What do you think?”

HARD BALL

Playing the Game Series

Book 3

Author Lorraine Loveit

Release Date: September 26, 2014

This third standalone installment of the “Playing the Game” series, follows the relationship of Brendon, an AFL footballer, and Suzie, secretary at Homicide Squad. They are both inexperienced in the roles they play and as this tragic relationship develops, Brendon and Suzie each realise they want more.

Leon Graham becomes out of control, with Suzie needing to make drastic changes to her life as a consequence. But Suzie’s stalker has also brought her Police ex-boyfriend Jason, back into her life, despite Brendon forbidding her from having contact with him.

In addition, Suzie meets a younger guy who fancies her and doesn’t appreciate the way Brendon treats her. Brendon soon realises that there are multiple males on the scene, bringing his jealousy to the fore, resulting him taking matters into his own hands.

He all-but dumped me in the middle of the vast king-sized bed, before falling on top on me. After deftly undoing my bra, he ducked his head to feast on my breasts.

The instant his mouth captured one throbbing nipple, I arched my back as I tried to get him to take more of me inside him.

“Yes, Brendon!”

He withdrew slightly, to glance up at me.

“Say, yes, Sir.” Hell, at this point I would have said anything, even yes, master.

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was breathy, as it always was when in the throes of passion.

He groaned loudly. “Mmm, I love hearing those words on your lips.”

As if in confirmation, he planted a wet kiss on them, before resuming where he had left off; this time, plucking my other nipple to suck and nip.

All too soon, he withdrew and I was surprised to see that somehow, without me realising it, he had undid the remaining buttons and had eased the shirt off my shoulders; all while his mouth had been occupied with my chest.

Kneeling before me, with a wicked grin, he pulled my skirt down, to leave me in just my knickers and heels. Staring up at him I noticed that, as usual, he was still fully dressed. Well, before he went any further, I wanted to begin to strip him bare.

Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I peered up into his eager face and began to unbutton his pale blue shirt. Task done, I sat up straighter to boldly press my face against his now-naked chest; my most favourite part of Brendon’s body.

My lips roamed over the massive area, dropping kisses as I went, until I reached one erect nipple, which was too tempting to resist.

I greedily sucked on the hard bud, enjoying the sound and feel of his in-drawn breath. He tried to pull me free, and I used that opportunity to latch onto his other one. When I had had my fill, I lifted my gaze, to see him shaking his head at my antics.

My attention then dropped to his pants. Scooting lower, I easily undid the button and then the zip, before slowly sliding them over his broad hips and down his muscular thighs.

At this point he elected to assist my efforts, by shifting backwards off the end of the bed. Now standing, he shucked his trousers and footwear before, spreading his arms wide, offered me the opportunity to rid him of his last vestige of clothing; his black figure-hugging Calvin Klein’s, which more than emphasised his package.

Licking my lips, I plunged in quickly, before he decided to wrest back control. Before even attempting to remove his jocks, I put my face up close to his bulge and breathed deeply.

He had, no doubt, been expecting me to free his manhood before starting; instead I opened my mouth wide and took in as much as the cloth barrier would allow.

“Fuck!” He sounded as though he was in pain, but I knew otherwise. Sliding my mouth up and down the length of him only served to increase his size, much to my delight. Eventually, desiring more, I carefully peeled back the front of his jocks, letting his cockjut free, in all its glory.

I gave the tip one playful lick, before sliding his underwear all the way down to his toes. While he was kicking them away, I pushed backwards on the bed and laid down on my back, with my head hanging over the end where he was standing, tall and proud; both Brendon and his ‘best friend’.

In this position I was close to and directly below his now fully erect appendage, much to Brendon’s enjoyment, if his wide grin was anything to go by. I reached up with one hand and, grasping him, directed his member into my inverted mouth. This position was a first for me and I only hoped, it was his too.

I immediately noted one significant advantage to this angle of giving head; I could watch his face, his changing expressions as I took my time servicing him. Furthermore, he capitalised on the accessibility of my naked breasts, seizing them to roughly massage the globes, while I continued to reciprocate with an internal massage of my own.

His fingers found my nipples and squeezed, causing a chain reaction as I just barely managed not to bite; with my teeth grazing against him instead.

RWBR- Brendon, everyone is wanting to know about the spare room and the clothes in the wardrobe.

Brendon- (Laughs) Sorry, can’t tell.

RWBR- Does Suzie ask you about it in Hard Ball?

Brendon- Yes she does.

RWBR- You’re not giving much away, are you?

Brendon- That’s what I’m like; everyone knows that.

RWBR- Okay, one more question on the subject – do you give her an explanation?

Brendon- No. When she asks me, there are far more pressing issues to be dealt with.

And, before you ask, no I can’t tell you what those are.

Suzie- And I’m still waiting (as well as the readers) – what is up with that room?

Brendon- We’ll discuss this later, in private.

Suzie- Yeah, right!

Brendon- Suzanna!

RWBR- Ok, if I may interrupt…?

Suzie- (Laughs) He doesn’t like that, do you Brendon?

Brendon- No. What’s your question?

RWBR- What about Jason?

Suzie- He’s my ex.

Brendon- Atwell? What does he have to do with anything?

RWBR- My question was to Brendon – are you still worried that Suzie still has contact with him?

Brendon- No, the contact is only with regard to work. She knows not to overstep that boundary.

Suzie- I’ve told you I won’t cheat on you, why don’t you believe me?

RWBR- So, she isn’t allowed to have male friends?

Brendon- Not that one, no.

Suzie- See what I have to put up with?

RWBR- On that topic, what about Leon Graham – is he still causing problems for Suzie in Hard Ball?

Brendon- Unfortunately yes. I had promised Suzie he wouldn’t bother her again.

Suzie- It’s not your fault.

Brendon- No, but in Hard Ball everyone finds out whose fault it is!

RWBR- Can you tell our readers what you would do, if you came face to face with him?

Brendon- Actually, that does happen in Hard Ball.

Suzie- I was there as well.

RWBR- And?

Brendon- And, they’ll just have to read the book, won’t they?

RWBR- Fair enough – you drive a hard bargain.

Brendon- I always do.

Even though I have a very busy life (wife, mother and secretary) I still manage to devote time to my passion for writing, and of course, reading. I don’t think I could survive without reading.

My current story came to me in a dream and it just grew from there. It is an erotic relationship theme with bdsm elements. I started writing it just to get it out of my head.

Now that I am nearing the end of this series, an earlier storyline has begun to take over.

I also have a regency tale that is half finished, which I will get to once these others get out of my head and onto the page.

I live in the south west of Western Australia. This is a lovely view from one of the many beaches just minutes from my home. (pic above)

When on holidays I enjoy camping with my family and two dogs. Here are a couple of pix from our last trip.(pix above)

I always make sure I have plenty of reading material and, since I started writing, my laptop is the first thing I pack.

Author Interview

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RWBR: How did you get started writing?

Lorraine: I’ve always liked writing, but many years ago, I decided to go to a novel writing workshop run by a famous local author. Soon after, I started my first novel. Unfortunately that piece is still unfinished, as my current story took over.

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RWBR: Are you a fan of Australian Football? Is that why you created Brendon’s character to be an AFL player?

Lorraine: Absolutely – I love the footy! AFL has a large female following – and why not? I must admit that was what first attracted me to the sport – watching hot guys running around in tight shorts.

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RWBR: Who is your favorite character in your series and why?

Lorraine: Definitely Suzie. She has great strength (some readers may not have seen that yet), but stick around and you will see what I mean.

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RWBR: How many books are planned for the PLAYING THE GAME series?

Lorraine: Originally only one, then four, now I know there will be five! I didn’t want this many, but I have so few time lapses, because there is always something happening that I can’t skip over.

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RWBR: Do you have a favorite sex scene in the series thus far?

Lorraine: Yes, it’s in Hard Ball, so I won’t say too much about it – but it’s the scene where she takes off his Calvin Kleins (I’ve done a teaser about that)

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RWBR: What have you enjoyed about being an Indie Author so far?

Lorraine: The knowledge that’s it’s all me – from the first word to the finished product. It still gives me a thrill that there are readers out there that like my work.

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RWBR: In the series, Suzie likes to drink Scotch and Coke. What is your favorite drink?

Lorraine: I don’t drink much – about once a month (maybe), but yes, when I indulge, its Scotch and Coke.

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RWBR: In the PLAYING THE GAME series, Brendon’s favorite color is RED. What is your favorite color?

Lorraine: Blue. I wasn’t planning on Brendon having a favourite colour, but in Bounce Down when he says to wear a red dress – I thought, why not?

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RWBR: On your Facebook and WordPress blog a red rose is featured. Can you share with readers the significance of the rose and its color?

Lorraine: Red rose is for love. I want to write about romance and HEA’s. So far, this series could only be describe as a tragic romance. But I am determined Suzie has her HEA, one way or another.

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RWBR: In PLAYING THE GAME, Brendon plays for the AFL team the Crocs. Tell us your favorite AFL team.

Lorraine: The Blues (which fits in with my favourite colour). They are one of the oldest teams in the AFL – they are now in their 150th year.

BONUS QUESTION:

RWBR: The clothes and jewelry that Brendon picks out for Suzie. Is it based on actual items you have seen or is it made up in your mind for the characters in the novels?

Lorraine: LOL – I couldn’t possibly make them up. I research every item on the net, then past a copy onto my novel page, so I can describe them accurately. I do this for my characters as well.

BOUNCE DOWN

Book 1

Synopsis

What happens when a first-time dominant and submissive come together? The answer is a great deal of heartache. This is not a romance; it’s a story about one person’s need to control and dominate another.

Brendon is an AFL footballer who advertises on the internet for a submissive. Suzie, a secretary at Homicide Squad, is curious and answers his ad.

Theirs is a story plagued with anguish and subjugation, as they each struggle to find themselves; from the thrills of power play to the depths of self-degradation. They are both inexperienced in the roles they play and as this tragic relationship develops, Brendon and Suzie each realise they want more.

He walked into the laundry area and reappeared a few moments later. I noticed he had removed his sneakers. What I didn’t notice was that he was carrying a length of rope in his right hand. My eyes pulsed and widened.

“Trust me.”

He took hold of my hands and bringing my wrists together, tied them with the rope. He leaned towards me and with one finger, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered inwardly at his gentle touch, followed so soon after his dominating actions.

“Stay!” He turned his back on me and walked to the kitchen, then poured himself a glass of water. He drank it slowly as he leaned against the breakfast bar. Our eyes met, yet neither of us spoke. His movements were relaxed and unhurried. Once finished, he placed it on the sink and then slowly sauntered his way across the room. The image of a panther stalking its prey came to mind.

“How do you feel right now, one word answer?”

That was easy, in a word, “Vulnerable.”

“Better, it’s a step up from nervous. Are you feeling aroused, yes or no?”

It was hard to admit, especially with him standing over me like he was. “I don’t know….”

“Yes or no?”

After a brief pause, I confessed in a small voice, “Yes.”

“Good, come with me.” In a controlled movement he brought me to my feet. He held my bound hands in one of his and grabbed the paperwork with the other. He headed for the stairs, pulling me along behind him. He was forceful, yet took the steps at a slow pace so I didn’t stumble. It was an overwhelming experience, heightened by the fact he didn’t speak, nor once look back at me.

I was surprised to see he was leading me towards the end of the corridor, towards his bedroom. The room was huge, almost making the king-sized bed appear small. The first thought that struck me was how dark it was compared with the rest of the neutral tones of the other rooms I had seen so far. Was this an insight into his hidden personality?

He placed the pages on one of the matching black bedside cabinets and then, stopping next to the bed, turned to me. “What is your favourite fantasy?”

My mouth dropped open and I mentally shook my head. I was definitely not prepared to reveal something so intimate, so personal. But once again he gave me a hard stare, compelling me to tell the truth. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”

He nodded as though he understood. “Then tell me something you would like me to do.” He gave me a wicked grin.

How could I put into words what I wanted, what I had always wanted to try? I recalled my few past experiences with the guys who had not been able to deliver the goods. Of course there was one who had been into it, but I hadn’t been up for the challenge at that stage.

“I want you to decide.”

“Fair enough, but first you need to….”

“Not more paperwork, I suppose it’s a contract this time?”

“No, no contracts, they’re not legally binding anyway. Our arrangement will be based on trust alone.”

“And the signed NDA.”

“That too. But what I was about to say before you rudely interrupted me, is you need to know your safe words. You need to have control and know how to bring any situation to a halt.”

I took a moment to digest this. “Why not just one word, won’t it be confusing with more than one?”

Brendon’s Favorites

Getting Tackled

Book 2

Synopsis

What happens when a first-time dominant and submissive come together? The answer is a great deal of heartache. This is not a romance; it’s a story about one person’s need to control and dominate another.

Brendon is an AFL footballer who advertises on the internet for a submissive. Suzie, a secretary at Homicide Squad, is curious and answers his ad.

With the start of the football season, their relationship is public and Suzie finds herself caught up in the whirlwind of attending games and associated functions, being part of a select group known as wags (wives and girlfriends).

Brendon makes even more demands of her, to prove her total commitment to him. Suzie comes under the notice of Leon Graham, a football fan, who becomes obsessed with her, to the point where Suzie’s police squad become involved.

This standalone novel is part of the Playing the Game: 4 Quarters of Submission series.

“He came to me then, kneeling on the bed before me. He grasped my shoulders, supporting me as he bent down for a deep kiss. It was sensual and gentle; not the type of kiss I was expecting. He lifted his head, his eyes watching mine almost like he was assessing if I was ready. I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

He stared at me with a smouldering look and casually hooked his thumbs under the shoe-string straps of my nightie to ease them off my shoulders, down to my elbows. He smiled wickedly as he eyed my now-revealed breasts. Not satisfied with me being half-naked, his fingers lazily pushed the straps lower, until they fell from my arms and the red silky garment sat in a pool around me.”

“Come here, Suzanna.” He stepped forward and indicated with his finger, to emphasise his words.

I retreated another step, so I was out of his reach.

It looked like our two weeks of normal relationship were up. But if I was honest with myself, a part of me liked the edgy side, never knowing when he would change from the fun, easy-going Brendon, to the one standing before me now.

I lowered my eyes, so I could not see the determination in his, and walked towards him, stopping inches from his body; the body which had power over me, the power to give me pleasure or, in this instance, pain.

“Look at me!”

I tipped my head back, to look up into his steel blue eyes.

He spoke softly, but with conviction. “You are mine and I don’t want to share.” He motioned my dismissal with a toss of his head. “Wait for me in the training room.”

I did not initially leave, instead stood looking up at him, hoping he’d change his mind. His eyes widened. Then he spoke louder, firmer, “Go now Suzanna, believe me, you don’t want me taking you upstairs!”

I glanced down and saw he was clenching his fists. It was then I understood he was holding his temper in check. Seeing this restrained force, I spun around and raced up the steps as quickly as I could. I was not sure how long I would have before he followed, but I wanted to be ready and hoped his temper had cooled before he came to me.

I didn’t have a watch on, but the length of time I had to wait seemed intolerable. It might have been half an hour, maybe more, but by the time I heard him enter the room, my neck was feeling very stiff from standing in my waiting position with my head bowed.

He stood before me and raised a hand to my chin, tilting it up. He stared down at me for a moment before saying, “Do you know why you are here, Suzanna?”

I swallowed hesitantly. “Because you told me to.”

He shook his head. “If that’s your answer, then it looks like we may be here a while.” Still holding my chin, he demanded, “What instructions do you have to follow when I discipline you?”

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A Consummation

by Arden Aoide

Book One
In a world where arranged marriages are contracted before birth, Shula Kelley decides to take matters into her own hands. With unexpected results. Book One of a six book serial. About one-hundred pages. Heed the sins.

Shula Kelley is the strong heroine in this captivating series based around the year 2250 in Texas which has segregated from the United States. Texas in this era has converted back to the old ways in which women were born and raised to be barefoot and in the kitchen. They are controlled and heavily monitored, they are taught from birth to submit fully to their husbands without any learning, reading, writing or complaints of any kind. Arranged Marriages is the way, the only way in this dark era only Shula decides to stand up and fight for her right to live, learn and Love.

~Shula~ Jared seemed nice enough. He was painfully shy, quiet, and probably handsome. He had disappeared after he took the death of Anna quite hard, so his father had deigned to fulfill it himself.

Jared is the luscious Hero that patiently waits for his intended bride from a pre-arranged marriage. Jared is a smart and independent, a computer guru that contrives to make a name and a future for his intended without the aide of his father who is king of this generation. His sole purpose is to see that his bride lives in comfort and is well satisfied while he seeks justice and the demise of his controlling father.

~Jared~ As much as he’d wanted Shula, as much as he’d always known that she was intended for him, he knew his father would take her from him. She would have to be patient and he would have to be strong.

5 – Hearts – Couples – Soul Mates

This couple have a rocky start, yet they overcome their preconceived notions they are taught and start learning, teaching, and growing to love each other. This Author has a way of bringing dark and humor together, you find yourself both stimulated and laughing at the same time. The erotic scenes these two fight to share with each other are both enchanting and arousing.

~ Jared ~ ‘Hopefully he could make her repeat the sound she made right before he painfully pulled away.’

~Shula~ ‘The was so much importance placed on my purity, it made me angry, so I took care of it myself. I used my fingers, then I moved to cucumbers and squash.’

There is so much more to this story and I wait anxiously for the next installment. I need to see James the King, the father of lies, the shame of the devil himself get his penance. I will be there waiting to read about the women who finally burn their bras and the family who rise against their tyrant of a father and come together finally as a whole.

Thank You Arden Aoide, I cannot wait for the next installment to this new dark stimulating thriller with a touch of only your humor one relates to.

Jada McLean is about to get married in nine days when she walks in on her fiancé in a little more than a compromising position. Days later, she’s on a trip that she intends to be relaxing and a prelude to her fresh start when she runs into the rude, obnoxious, but gorgeous Jonathan Kole.
Jonathan Kole is San Francisco’s newest District Attorney. When he finds himself deeply attracted to a stunning beauty, he has no idea that she’s about to become in BIG trouble with the law- and he’ll be the one presiding over her trial. To make matters worse, his father is the lawyer representing her in the high-profile case.
When a series of events force them together over New Year’s weekend, Jonathan’s feelings and ethics will come into question, while Jada comes to terms with the fact that she is falling for the man that will be responsible for attempting to put her behind bars… Little do they know that they’re both about to fall into a whirlwind so deep, it will send both their lives spiraling out of control.

Their First Meeting

The pretty, young host escorts me to a table for two near a window with panoramic water vistas. Within minutes, a server takes my order. As my café latté arrives, I can’t help but overhear a rude exchange between a man and his leggy blonde with the host that escorted me to my seat.

“Look, I reserved that exact seat yesterday,” he says.

“I apologize sir, but that seat is not available,” the host replies.

“Well, if you were doing your job in the first place, it would be available to me, wouldn’t it?”

“Sir, I’m sorry for the error, but it wasn’t written here. If you like, you can wait at the bar where I’ll be happy to serve you a complimentary beverage of your choice while you wait, or I can accommodate you at an available table now.”

I can’t help but look to see who this asshole is.

Everything about him smells of money. From the designer jeans that hug his ass, all the way to the Jaeger Reverso watch that graces his wrist. He’s hot—probably in his mid to late thirties, tall, broad shoulders, piercing grey eyes, and a head of black hair like I’ve never seen.

Ordinarily, I might have found him attractive, if only he would just shut up.

Everything he says to that poor young girl, who has tried so hard to rectify someone else’s mistake, pisses me off. He’s been nothing but rude and condescending. As I look up, my eyes land straight on his. Then I realize they’re all looking my way. I turn around to look behind me, but there is no one. Then it dawns on me that he’s arguing with the host about my seat.

My meal arrives. I mind my business, and I proceed to enjoy it. Before I know it, I see him approaching my table. I pretend not to notice and focus all my attention on my lemon ricotta pancakes before me, but within seconds, he stands beside me.

“Excuse me, my name is Jonathan Kole. Would you mind terribly if you were seated elsewhere?”

My eyes travel across my pancakes to his broad thighs, to his crotch, and to what I suspect is an extremely trimmed stomach beyond his black ribbed sweater. Then I stare into his grey eyes in silence.

“You see, my girlfriend and I met right here at this table a year ago, and I wanted to propose to her.

Here. Today.”

“Actually, Jonathan, I do mind. Seeing that I’m enjoying my meal, surely you wouldn’t mind waiting until I’m done. Or perhaps you can let that polite host, who has done everything possible to accommodate you, have you seated elsewhere.”

“Do you have any idea who I am?” he asks.

Asshole! Your name might sound familiar but who cares…

“No. You could be the king of England and I wouldn’t give a damn.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“You really want to know?” I ask quietly.

He lowers his head slightly, as if he’s seriously interested.

“I am a woman who walked in on her fiancé screwing her best friend one week before her wedding, so forgive me if I’m not in a sentimental mood.”

His piercing grey eyes are glaring into mine. I know he’s angry. His temple pulsates as he stares at me. He walks away completely flushed.

I don’t care. Perhaps if he had been nicer to that host I would have considered his request. However, because he comes from money doesn’t give him the right to speak to people any which way he wishes.

I continue to enjoy my meal and notice him walking hand in hand to the bar with Malibu Barbie. Half an hour later, I ask for the check then purposely make him wait an additional five minutes before I leave.

On the way out, the host looks at me bright-eyed. “No one ever speaks to Mr. Kole that way, Miss McLean.”

“Well, it’s time someone taught him some manners,” I reply. I hand her a healthy tip, and I’m on my way.

Author Bio

Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a jewelry company, and later for a fine wine distributor.

About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked, just to purely entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Love, Lies & The D.A. is her second novel.

Chella Noon’s life isn’t her own. Her success as a Marketing Executive in the cosmetic division of an international conglomerate is overshadowed by a series of tragic events from a decade ago. With no family, few trusted friends and years spent on the run, she opens herself up to the possibility of a future with a sexy new real estate investor despite escalating threats from a psychotic ex determined to torment her.

Mitch Mariani never met a deal he couldn’t close. So when Chella walks into his life, he will stop at nothing to prove he is worthy of her trust. But as Chella’s past catches up to them and danger exposes his well-guarded secrets, his heart may not be the only thing at risk of a tragic end.

4 out of 5 read-ologists recommend this WordPress.com site. ups and downs of writer's insanity and day to day life. I will write whatever makes the voices happy, for a writer that ignores her inner voices is merely a mental breakdown waiting to happen. Keeping the voices happy and creating new worlds for them to play in is my main goal.